Postcards from Mosquitoville

It’s been a week.

The kind that makes me want to crawl under the covers of my bed and just disappear for a while.  Nothing too traumatic, just the everyday stress and hustle of having five kids in a world of too many commitments and not enough time.  But, here is Thursday – finally!!

Bridger (9 years old) must have called me five times between the time he got home from school and I got home two hours later.  It was a very long day, filled with hundreds of effervescent teenagers, just bubbling over with… EVERYTHING.  That in itself is exhausting on a normal day, but today was not exactly normal.  Staples, blood, and chocolate bars filled my hours at school.  (Don’t even ask.  That is the subject for another post.)  Anyway, I could tell that Bridger was excited about something.

He met me at the door, hands behind his back, smile across his face.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” he smirked, practically dancing with excitement.

“What is it?” I asked, warily.  (You never know with 9-year-old boys.)

With a flourish he produced a still-wrapped-in plastic cupcake from his lunch and a note.

It reads:

You are always the Fabulous cupcake.  And you treat me fair so here’s a coupon for A very nice day

(In the box) Bridger’s coupon 1 free nice day

(Arrow) Cut out

To: Mom

From: Bridger

That is just amazing!  Because that is exactly what I needed today:  the promise of one very nice day ahead.

Thank you, son.